My lessons with Flossie, a roan Standardbred mare |
FLOSSIE'S 169th LESSON I was elated when we left the house this morning at 5:30 and arrived at Des’ ten minutes later! It usually takes longer, so the time of day obviously makes a big difference. As we drove up the driveway, I could see Billy just finishing with his horses while David and Gary were waiting in the wings to start theirs. It’s exactly what I expected to see, and, again, I was elated, because I knew by the time I had Flossie ready to go, they’d all be off the track and out of my way. Which is exactly what happened. Of course it helped to get ready in slow motion. I used up some time talking to Billy’s wife, Elizabeth, about her health after her recent injury. She said she has a metal piece in her hip now where the bone had broken. She has to be extra careful not to put too much strain on it for the next six months while the injury heals. If she does, the healing will never happen and she’ll have to go through the surgery all over again. If it heals properly the first time, however, her hip will be as strong as ever. I asked her if they sold the horse that did it, since he’s no longer living at Des’ place, and she said they still have him. He’s being kept on some other property, however, that doesn’t have so much mud on the track so they can work him every day. Speaking of mud, the area that’s been muddy now for a month or so was still muddy again this morning. However, there was a dry stretch that ran through the mud that was in good enough shape to run every gait over. It was fun getting Flossie to place her feet only down that particular line of the track. She did it every time regardless of the gait and regardless of the direction we were traveling in! Since I was so early, I didn’t have to worry about over-heating. That came hours later when I was already dismounted and doing other things. I had Flossie doing three laps at a trot around the track, then one lap at a canter, in both directions. She’s so good about not balking; as soon as she shows the slightest intentions of stopping, I get after her. She’s to the point where she knows better, so if she refuses, I consider it disobedience. However, she doesn’t fight me. If she balks at all, it’s only at a walk while I’m warming her up during the first lap around the track. After the first 30 minutes, I had her rest in the shade of the trees that grow nearest the road. Across the street, that big orange machine was fast at work as well as trucks and bulldozers, not to mention the traffic, itself. We just stood there and watched the commotion. Flossie didn’t show the slightest signs of being uncomfortable. In fact, as soon as she was rested enough, I circled her in the corner that’s a few steps away from where I had cooled her down. So, to the tune of the big, heavy equipment roaring and banging away, trucks clanging, and traffic buzzing, beeping, and whistling past, I had her circling in both directions even at the canter. I was able to keep her on the circle, too, even going to the left. She’d drop the gait before completing the circle, but then she’d pick it up again when I asked for it. She never once fell into the circle. Gary and I were talking before I tacked Flossie this morning and he was describing that funny gait gaited horses have that’s in between the trot and the canter. I told him I knew exactly what he was talking about because Flossie goes into that gait sometimes and I never know what to call it. I told him the first time I didn’t even know how to sit it, but at least it’s not uncomfortable, so that’s a plus. I found two open wounds on Bambi’s left front leg so Des had me catch her up for him so he could doctor it. She was in the dam, of all places! Luckily, she was near the edge, but I still had to wade through the shallowest part to get her. He sprayed some Triple something-or-other on it which looked like Blue Victor. I have a sneaking suspicion she got hurt on Wednesday when she and the other two horses in her paddock took off from the corner when that big orange machine started making all kinds of banging and crashing noises while tearing the trees down. I could just picture how the injuries could have happened. One wound is on the front of the leg directly below the knee. The skin was torn and is dangling under the wound, which means she was probably lifting her leg when she got injured. The other injury is a deep gash located behind the knee on the same leg. I remember after the three horses ran from the corner where they had been hanging out together, Bambi had walked over to the dam and stood in a position that didn’t look natural to me. I didn’t think much of it at the time. Somehow I didn’t put two-and-two together, but today, after seeing the injuries, it just suddenly made sense. Of course I could be wrong, and I’ll never know for sure, but I still think I’m right about that. She’s not lame, but she probably will be. |